Mateo
Champagne, cocaine, gasoline
and most things in between
and most things in between
"Intentionally sun-kissed," Mateo hollers back as he draws the string tight on the little pouch and ties it in a practiced knot. "What you see here is au naturale, Flora." And although he already knows things are rapidly getting more dangerous, as he hears his sister's muttered curse and gets himself properly situated back on the ladder, he can't help but to call out a "No thank you, much as I believe you would be great!"
No fucking family sideways, upright, or any other which way, thank you very much.
Swaying sharply with the manoeuvring of his ship under Flora's (rapidly more skilled) direction, the botanist is left clinging to the ladder and indeed hustling up it as they try to rapidly backtrack out of the void wyrm's range. "I got it," he yells, scrambling back up and onto the deck, having lost a flip-flop on the way but considering it adequate payment if they get away with their lives. "I assume you are invisible, so go!"
Fucking Jack, indeed.
No fucking family sideways, upright, or any other which way, thank you very much.
Swaying sharply with the manoeuvring of his ship under Flora's (rapidly more skilled) direction, the botanist is left clinging to the ladder and indeed hustling up it as they try to rapidly backtrack out of the void wyrm's range. "I got it," he yells, scrambling back up and onto the deck, having lost a flip-flop on the way but considering it adequate payment if they get away with their lives. "I assume you are invisible, so go!"
Fucking Jack, indeed.
I roam the city in a shopping cart
a pack of Camels and a smoke alarm
a pack of Camels and a smoke alarm
